Let Us Be Very Strange And Well-bred:let

Nor Hell A Fury, Like A Woman Scorn'd.

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.

Music Alone With Sudden Charms Can Bind The Wand'ring Sense, And Calm The Troubled Mind.

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.